So it's been awhile...

...since my last post.  This is not actually because I forgot to blog, it's because I've been way too busy to blog.

I never actually thought I'd say that I was too busy to blog.  I mean I used to blog from my phone just because.  I used to come home tired as hell and still blog but lately.... OMG!  by the time I get home the only thing in my path is my bed.  You have no clue how many mornings I wake up and find a trail of clothes from the front door to my bedroom meaning I stripped as I walked and got right in bed.

Of course for the past few days, it's been slightly alarming health issues that are adding to my tiredness.  None of which I would love to go into on here right now.  But suffice to say that besides scaring the ish out of me, one of the side effects is that I'm tired.

So I'm now the Chief cook at work... yeah... no, I'm not I'm still a pleeb but I'm the pleeb that's more than likely making your pizza as now I'm mostly insider.  It was just a lark to change my job title. It's sort of a promotion but kinda not really.  See when I'm inside I make seven something an hour.  When I'm on the road, I make $4.25 THIS IS WHY IT IS IMPORTANT TO TIP YOUR DELIVERY DRIVER!!!! WE MAKE SQUAT WHEN WE ARE ON THE ROAD!!! By being mostly and insider now, I will be sticking to that 7 something and my checks will be a little bit more.  So yay!!  More money is always good.

It's not going to be a long post tonight.  I just spent the past like nine hours mostly on my feet and my back is complaining very loudly.  I'm used to standing, sitting, standing, sitting, repeat as a driver.  I'm on my feet for a few minutes and sitting in my car.  Today I was standing for a long time and it wasn't until I went to bend that my back said in a not so polite way "Look here, I've been amping up the uncomfortable feeling for awhile now to tell your dumb butt to sit down but Nooooo you don't wanna listen so now I'm gonna MAKE you understand that you need to sit."

Does anyone else hear an electric guitar chord in their head when there's a flash of intense pain in their body?  Anyone?  No?  Seriously can't be just me....

*Shuffles feet and looks sheepish cause now she feels weird and odd*

Okay, well, I'm gonna hop off here because I have something to do before I go to bed and tomorrow I think I'm going to try and make an appearance at church since I've managed to miss it two weeks running now.  I always try to make it for first Sunday as that's communion day but I've been a real slacker on the other Sundays lately and that's bad.  I don't want God mad at me although I'm pretty sure that he's okay with the fact that I'm still religious I just don't go sit in a building and hear a speech on said religion every Sunday.  At least I hope he's okay with it...

Goodnight bloggers.  Luv ya!! Stay Frosty!

And people ask me WHY I choose to be antisocial sometimes....

Because social media is going to make me act on my horrible thoughts one day.  I swear I don't know what runs through people's heads when they post on a website that's available to millions.

So I had this woman, Karen, on my facebook for the longest time.  I mean probably years at this point.  I have talked to her a few times via message and twitter and once over the phone.  She generally is/was a very nice person...to her friends.  But she dislikes a good bit of her family and has no problem calling them everything from Cunts to whores, to bitches ALL OVER FACEBOOK.  She wishes they would die, get deported, have houses fall in on them, yada yada yada, the story and the spew of threats and horrible wishes for them doesn't stop.  For a couple of months I actually unfollowed her.  Not unfriended her, but un followed her because I simply tired of seeing it.  Then in a moment of sympathy when she asked why I didn't respond to her posts anymore I told her I couldn't see them and I told her why I had hidden them to which she promised that it wouldn't happen again.  So I allowed her posts back into my news feed.  And you know what?  For nearly two years, all was copacetic. And then this year she started going off again.  At least fifteen times a day eff this eff that person hope this person dies," "my mothers sister is a dumb bitch", "hope my good for nothing son and his illegal cunt wife get deported", stuff like that and I posted on my facebook, the following:

Shortly thereafter by which I mean less than two hours, I held to the promise and deleted and blocked Karen as she chose in that short time to go off on another tirade about this time going to wal-mart and some woman asking about her aunt and her responding that she's a dumb bitch.  Whether or not she had time to see my warning I don't know.  She then took to twitter to contact me.  Hence a screenshot of the whole conversation:

After she said the part about me being desperate, I stopped responding completely.  I didn't feel that it required me to respond because I know myself and I know that I was already having a bad day so I didn't want to go off on her in typical Dette style.  If you know me you know that had I responded, it probably would have gone way downhill, taken a right and flew out into the stratosphere in no time at all.  So I said nothing.

This morning, I opened my Facebook inbox to check that I didnt have any messages in the OTHER box (The one that non friends get sent to until you check it?  I try to check it once a week)  A lo and behold I had a message:

I cannot respond any further because I blocked him.

So from this I gather, that my name is now mud in Omak, Washington State.  Damn, and I had a reservation to go visit on a quarter past never.  I'm going to have to cancel my trip now.

I don't understand how two people in the same conversation can see things fifteen different ways  I really don't.  But I guess this is what social media does to friendships.

I've made some really good friends via Facebook and I intend to keep them as long as they want me around.  But here's the thing.  It's Facebook.  It is NOT the bible.  It is NOT the Holy Grail.  It is NOT the edict by which ANYONE should live their life.  It is a website created by a kid in a dorm room one night when he was bored.  That is all.  Nothing more.

Shaking my head at all of this.  Just shaking my head.  Stay Frosty bloggers, I'm going to find something to do with my Monday night.  Looking like Orange is the New Black might be my plan right now.  Not a bad show. Pretty funny actually.

Take it easy!  Smell ya later!!